Celtic crosses, crooked and worn,
find joy among the spring;
the evil that was long ago born
has left the fairy ring.
And I have left, broken and torn,
for the bells have yet to sing -
just emptiness and seldom a scorn;
the daffodils demean.
A poem for St. Patrick's Day. I hope you enjoy! Feedback is much appreciated. (:
I like to call st.patty's day "the welcoming of spring". Considering the fact that usually we get the very last snowfall then... Key word usually.
Maybe. Still an awkward rhyme though. (Or at least i see it that way as a foreigner, it might be wrong, lol.)
Ahh, Serene has already replied
Thank you both for the feedback. But I think I will keep it as is, for now. "Demean" is the only word that fits what I'm trying to say.
the "demean" at the end is a bit awkward, but overall very beautiful